Bonjour, possible de m’aider avec la question 3 et 4 svp ? Merci !


One day when I was 16,1 rode my bike tu the nearby D.M. office to get my driver's. permit. Some of my friends already had their licenses, so I figured it was time.
But when I handed the clork my green card as proof of U.S. residency, she flipped it around, examining it. "This is fake," she whispered. "Don't come back here again." Confused and scared, I pedaled home and confronted Lolo. 1 remember him sitting in the garage, cutting coupons. I dropped my bike and ran over to him. showing him the green card. "Peke ba ito?" I asked in Tagalog. ("Ts this fake?") My grandparents were naturalized American citizens - he worked as a security guard, she as a food server - and they had begun supporting my mother and me financially
* when I was 3, after my father's wandering eye and inability to properly provide for us led to my parents' separation. Lolo was a proud man, and I saw the shame on his face as he told me he purchased the card, along with other fake documents, for me.
"Don't show it to other people," he warned.